Could It Be Us? | Maxley |

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CHAPTER 17

Max

Would I have crawled over here the way I did if I knew Bradley would be dancing with a woman, telling her she has beautiful eyes, and him letting her call him Brad? No. I wouldn't have. I did because I still wanted to surprise him. I wanted to properly ask him to be my boyfriend. I wanted to plan a way for us to be together.

Would this still have happened if my car didn't break down?

What was that warm feeling on my cheeks? Tears, they were my tears. Was I upset? Was I angry? I wasn't sure. I didn't leave time to figure it out. I went upstairs to Bradley's room, not giving any thought to the others in the hallway chatting. I grabbed the flowers I left for him on his bed. The petals slipped off, falling to the floor gracefully. Shit!

The door swung open, hitting the wall harshly. "What the fuck are you doing here," Bradley shouted.

"I don't know, maybe coming back for my boyfriend?"

"Some boyfriend you are! A boyfriend wouldn't have left his boyfriend in here waiting for hours without a word. I didn't think you would come back, dickhead!"

"Yeah? I should have texted you to warn you I'd be coming back so you could hide your girlfriend from me."

Bradley was fuming from his ears. "She is not my girlfriend." Lies, lies, lies!

"Oh? So is she one of those 'handful of good people' who have the honor of calling you Brad? I can't even call you Brad."

"Because I hate that name! My parents call me Brad, it disgusts me." Why wouldn't he fucking shut up? I knew he was lying already. "Why were you late, and why didn't I get anything from you," he asked angrily.

"My car broke down at the store getting these for you." I pushed the flowers into his chest. "My phone died there too. I walked from the store to here so I could ask you to be my boyfriend the way I thought you deserved. Was me being late the only thing to drive you to dance with her? Are you so easily persuaded?"

Bradley was crying. I'd told myself I'd never let him cry again, but there I was, letting it happen. "Lots of people leave me, Max. I can't count how many people leave. I waited, hoping you weren't one of those people. I hoped I'd change enough for you to come back. I hoped that my parents didn't scare you off. I thought maybe I was too much for you, I thought you left me, Max. I was scared," he said shakily. "I got tired of waiting. My parents told me to talk to her, I just needed someone to distract me. If it means anything at all, I don't want her."

Max shifts his feet. "Yeah? What girl caught your eye then—

—Max! I love you, damn it! I don't want any girl. I really fucking hate you," he said, kissing me angrily. "You're the worst." He drew his lips from my mouth to my neck.

God, I hated him right now, too, but his lips felt so good. "You're just as bad," I whispered.

"Shut up, Max." He dropped to his knees. "Don't make any fucking noises. I'm doing this for me, not you." He grunted as he put my dick in his mouth. I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand. How did he expect me to be quiet when he was doing so well? He licked the base and drew himself back in. He was moaning softly. He pulled off, panting on the tip of my dick. He grabbed both of my hands and attached them to his head. "Use me without making any noise," he dared.

I slipped him back on. His tongue was grazing my dick. He was doing this on purpose. Fine, I'd thought, let us play this stupid game. I ran my fingers down to his neck and pushed him forward. He was taking every bit of my dick in his mouth. I held him there. He might have suffocated on my damn dick for being a pain in my ass. Seconds flew by, he hadn't asked me to stop. "Slut," I whispered. He rolled his eyes, moaning softly onto me. I pulled him off, covering my mouth with my hands. He almost made me come. If I came, surely I'd make noise.

"What," he asked, licking the sides of my dick. "You won't come? Why's that?" He was being a pain in my ass, and unfortunately for him, I wanted to be one in him, too.

I grabbed his head, pushing him back on my dick. He grunted as he took all of it in one go. I moved his head at my will. His hands dropped from my waist to dangle at his sides. Was it getting fuzzy for him? "What, too much, darling?" His eyes glared at me. God, him doing that might have made me go over the edge. He looked so beautiful like this. His face flushed pink, his eyes wanting more, his lips sore. "Fuck you," and I came in his mouth. I grunted slightly as he licked the rest off my tip.

"I win," he grinned. Damn bastard.